TWD Imagines

Wannabe /:/ Daryl Dixon

HEYY so.. in this imagine you are negs daughter. so your age is around 28, because Daryl is  older, he is aged down a bit to 35 if that's okay?

I was walking round the sanctuary, my dad had recently taken one of the members of Alexandria and left him in Dwight's hands. He is locked up in a room and only feeding him dog food. I didn't like the way my dad was treating all these people. His behaviour changed since the apocalypse started and since my mom died.. He was always bossing people round and taking charge of everything. I didn't think it was fair on the other groups out there that just wanted to live a normal life (well as normal as it can be).

I had just finished my lunch and was walking back to my room. To get back to the room I called my own, I had to pass the cell that held Daryl inside. Around this time, Dwight would be giving him his food and standing there, watching him eat it. Dwight was provoking Daryl by wearing his stuff, carrying round his crossbow and even riding his motorbike. It was as if he wanted to be him. As if he found pleasure in playing dress up and pretending to be Daryl.

I made it to the corridor just as Dwight had turned up to feed Daryl his food. I had approached where he was stood and halted to a stop as he was blocking my way.

"What do you want, princess?" He asked me as I pulled my face into a look of disgust and replied

"Nothing, can I get past?" I asked him. He had the door held right open and he was stood just so he was blocking the pathway down the hall.

I took a glance down at Daryl and gave him a sad smile. I hate seeing someone like this. especially when its someone, who is normally the bravest of the group, in such a vulnerable state. I cant believe that all the pain and discomfort that was torturing him was caused by my group. My own father, even.

He didn't smile back, but I didnt expect him to. What was there to smile about really. He was locked up like some rabid dog and was being treated like one too. He just looked up at me, made eye contact for a few seconds and then looked back down.

"C'mon, eat it you shitbag." Dwight spoke to Daryl switching his attention from me to him and shoving the food in his face. He was so unnecessarily mean and rude to Daryl and I get he is a prisoner but there is no need to strip him of everything that he owns and use it as our own. Daryl was only just given clothes a few days ago and I think keeping him in a room like this was inhumane.

"Y'know Dwight, I find it weird how you've taken all of Daryl things and dressed up exactly like him. What's it for? Its as if you think he's a better person than you. As if you look up to him. Do you see him as a role model?" I suddenly spoke up to Dwight in a slightly sarcastic tone.

He didnt respond to my sudden outburst he just stayed quiet and continued to watch Daryl eat.

"You wear his jacket, carry his weapon and ride his motorcycle. Why? Do you have nothing else to do so you have to play dress up as your own prisoner?" I added to my previous outburst. Dwight was getting on my nerves, thinking he was better. Did he think that taking and using all of Daryl's shit would make him more likeable? I don't know why he did it but it certainly grinded down on me and I had, had enough. It was stupid that in order to feel confident and special he had to take someone else's things.

Dwight took a step closer to me. Standing up tall as if he was threatening me.

"what did you just say to me?" He asked. I didnt respond. I knew that he had heard me. I just glared up at him.

Suddenly he launched himself at me but I managed to push him back. He flailed his arms around in hope that would hit me but I took a my fist and swung it at his nose.

He stopped trying to hit me and just looked down at me. his hand flew to his face and he slammed the door shut to Daryl's cell. He stormed off down the corridor without saying a single word.

...

It had been a day since I had stood up to Dwight about Daryl. my dad had talked to me and asked me to be the one that took Daryl his food until Dwight's nose was better.

I looked up at the clock in my room and made my way to the kitchen to grab him some food.

My dad was stupid in thinking that I was going to make him eat that shit. I  walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple, a sandwich and a bottle of water. It wasn't much but if I took too many things, the kitchen staff would have got suspicious and told my dad.

I walked at a a faster pace down to Daryl cell and opened the door. The music in there that was playing stopped and he looked up at me. I kneeled down on the floor so I was level with him and handed him the food I had got him.

"He looked up at my face for a moment before reaching out and grabbing the food from my hands. He immediately took a bite out of the sandwich I gave him and put the other things to the side. He must have been starving and this is the first proper food he had, had in days.

"thank you." he mumbled as he looked up to me once again. His eyes were lighter than they were before and he even had a small smile on his face

"Its no problem, I'll try and get you food as often as I can. It must be awful spending all your time in here, its so miserable. I wish my dad wasn't like this, he never was before this all started..." I trailed off. As I spoke to him his eyes stayed connected to mine. As if he was really concentrated on what I was saying.

"Thank you for sticking up for me yesterday too, your a good fighter. I could tell by the blow you gave to his nose." He mumbled to me, trying not to be too loud as I would be in bother if i got caught talking to him.

"Don't thank me, he needed to learn a lesson. I'm so sorry he was swinging all your stuff in front of you like he was teasing you." I said, quieter than before so nobody could here me at all.

I stood up and dusted my hands off on my jeans.

"look, maybe when you get out of here, we could have a proper talk. You seem like such a nice guy and I would love to get to now you.." I spoke as I put my hand on the door to closed it. He just smiled up at me and I shut the door completely "forgetting" to lock it behind me and walking away with a small smile on my face. I felt bad for leaving him in there but there was not much I could do, apart from leave the door open and hope he realises soon.

I really hope he gets out of there.

How was that? please let me know!!! I didnt really know how to end that one but I tried

~Aaliyah <3